C38 Stale wine

SYDNEY

If heartbreak had a scent, it would be stale wine and desperation. I could still feel the bitter sting of Alaric’s rejection in my chest. No matter how many times I replayed it in my head, the end was always the same—his harsh words, the way his eyes turned cold as if kissing me had been a mistake he’d rather erase.

My friends were no help. Rivera and Cindy were relentless